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The imperfect sounds of a child practicing piano gently waft through the air against another child's tears.
Cafe's full of people connected to their technology. Texting and sharing their vegan raw salad and organic fairtrade coffee The rain of the morning has past Perhaps an afternoon massage A skilled stranger, intimate with their distance Leave rustling gently in the passing breeze This defines ease This is leisure Pleasure of a Saturday afternoon
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Some days I awake feeling no so great
Physical pain, mental anguish, emotional stress any of these button can press on my chest Try not to react, try not to show, even try to laugh, but hold back the cry Not everything so easy to shake Even after my routines, feeling irate and that's just fine can't be happy every day but gratitude that always stays. About 40 years ago
or so There was a boy who wanted to fly though a tear up in the sky A portal Ripped to who knows where Most to try Are too scared But not this boy...he embraced his fear Fear - A distressing emotion aroused by impending danger, evil, pain, etc... Up and away did he clear Upon homeade wings of various things Wood and plastic cotton fabric Dreams and love Glues and screws Carried this dreamer toward the tear Up Up UP and THERE In at that place WINNER of the rainbow race But the prize more than gold for those so bold Who rise like cream upon the top Resisting those who would pop Their vision pure Another door Some will always seek for more Like the boy 2 score before Who flew Into the great yonder sky blue Other's waited for him to fail Some sent blessings upon his sail But none did see him again, often wondering what did happen. To the boy who flew with wings a flappin There is but on thing they all know Since that day, the rift is closed And the rain tastes of tears |
Douglas Karson
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